Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.